The Battle of Morena finally ended with a pyrrhic victory for the Republic of Monstock. In this battle, hundreds of Knights were sacrificed on both sides, but the most tragic victims were the civilians besieged in Morena.
Morena originally had seventy-five thousand civilians. Adding the one hundred and fifty thousand civilians who retreated from Glasslovar, nearly two hundred and twenty-five thousand people were affected by the war, but less than fifty thousand luckily survived.
The Republic authorities naturally blamed all of this on the invaders. For several days, it was all propaganda denouncing the invaders. However, in private, the higher-ups also knew who had to be held responsible for this incident.
The army stationed in Glasslovar changed a batch of commanders that very day. Immediately after, some military officers were arrested due to investigations. These investigations were mostly conducted under the names of theft, reselling military supplies, homosexuality, and the like. Those investigated were mostly people from the original command headquarters and general staff. The underlying reasons naturally didn't need to be said.
The fifty thousand survivors were not relocated to other cities according to the original plan. Although this group also didn't know the truth, as victims, they would absolutely not believe the words of the higher-ups. If they were allowed to scatter to various other cities, they would undoubtedly be mobile powder kegs. So the final decision was to send them back to Glasslovar.
Even after returning to Glasslovar, these people were separately isolated. The isolation area was a closed-off zone in the outer city district.
Richie found this approach very difficult to understand. His mentor Dana gave him an explanation in very veiled terms: "For the living, the truth has no meaning; surviving is the most important thing."
Seeing his half-understanding look, Miss Dana whispered to him: "The fog will disperse one day, but it cannot be now. If the public knows the truth now, the Republic will perish without the enemy even having to attack."
Richie believed his mentor's words, so he didn't intend to tell the truth to those girls in the Rose Society.
After the battle ended, he rarely got another short vacation.
This might also be a kind of compensation.
Compared to the previous two times where he got two medals without doing anything, this time his contribution was not small, but he didn't get as much.
His kill record was zero. This was the sorrow of a defender; they could never outcompete other Knights for merits. So Captain Calli simply gave him two days off.
Glasslovar was still the same old way, but the atmosphere was much heavier than before. Almost every family had relatives or friends who died in the recently concluded battle.
As soon as he walked into the alley where the girls lived, he heard a burst of crying coming from inside.
Richie was very unwilling to go in and disturb them at this time, but he glanced at his hands; this time he brought a lot of food. If he went back now, there would be no place to put these things.
Richie braced himself and entered the house. The girls all lived on the top floor because the top floor had an attic. If guys with ulterior motives tried to break in, hiding in the attic could buy them some time, and shouting from the attic could travel further. More importantly, the top floor here was directly opposite Richie's home.
There was an iron gate at the stairway on the top floor. Richie installed this. During wartime, even the bronze statues in the square with hundreds of years of history would be melted down for military use. Only he, who worked in the Knight order, could find these iron bars. It was exactly because this iron gate blocked those hooligans last time that the patrolling soldiers were able to arrive in time.
This iron gate only had two keys, one of which was in Richie's hands.
As soon as the gate opened, a bell tied to the door rang, and the people inside immediately reacted.
"It's me."
Richie spoke first. He didn't want the heartbroken girls to be frightened again.
The door to the room immediately opened. The one who opened the door was Isabella. She was the only one whose emotions were still normal among all the girls because her parents had passed away long ago, so this incident had nothing to do with her.
As soon as he entered the room, he immediately saw those girls all having swollen eyes. They used to be little princesses, objects of everyone's envy, but now they each looked so weak and helpless.
Isabella had already seen the things Richie held in his hands, but she had no interest in caring about them at this moment. She gently took all those things and placed them aside, turned out of the room, and closed the door behind her.
"They... have they all..."
Richie didn't know how to start.
Isabella leaned close to Richie's ear and whispered: "As soon as the survivors returned, they went to visit. None of their parents were among them. Caroline, Melissa, and Emily found their fathers' names on the casualty list. However, someone said they saw Ginny's father, and he also died."
"Why did you only mention their fathers?"
Richie asked in confusion.
"Because their mothers might still be alive. Someone said that after they were captured, they were immediately separated and regrouped. Women, especially young and beautiful women, were specifically organized into one group. These people were transferred away very early."
Isabella whispered. These words were somewhat hard for her to speak.
Richie understood immediately. Without having to guess, he could also understand what use these women would have. He feared that even if they were rescued, the physical and mental trauma these women endured would be unimaginable. This was more of a self-consolation than a hope.
"Do you need me to comfort them a bit?"
Richie asked.
"How are you going to comfort them?"
Isabella glanced down. She was looking at Richie's crotch. But her face suddenly turned red; she wasn't that bold yet. "Forget it, time can heal everything. You go back first and let them quiet down by themselves."
Richie thought about it and agreed, so he waved his hand and left helplessly.
Just as he left, Ginny popped out. Her eyes were still red and swollen, but she wasn't as sad as before.
"Why did you let him leave?"
Ginny asked hoarsely. Because she had cried for too long, her nose was completely stuffed, causing her voice to sound different from usual.
"Are you still planning to..."
Isabella asked doubtfully.
Before she finished speaking, Ginny playfully punched her twice: "What are you thinking! I'm considering for the others."
Ginny pointed inside the room.
Isabella instantly lowered her voice to the extreme: "Are you planning to drag them down with us?"
"It's not like you haven't tasted that big thing of his. Can you withstand it with just your strength alone?"
Ginny said.
Isabella blushed. She instantly recalled Richie's powerful thrusting. Although it was just imagination, her legs already felt faintly weak.
"Me, you, and Sophie have already been... penetrated by that guy. With his personality, he definitely won't let us be bullied, so we are safe. At least it's easier for us to survive this war than others. But what about Caroline, Melissa, and Emily? As friends, when they are in trouble, of course I hope Richie can help them, but that also requires Richie to be willing to help."
Ginny left half a sentence unsaid: although they were friends, she had given her body while others benefited. This made her feel somewhat unwilling.
Ginny's words made Isabella's heart skip a beat. Previously, when she was with the rest of the Rose Society, she secretly always felt a sense of inferiority. Since Ginny and Sophie were possessed by Richie, she suddenly felt much closer to these two girls. If she dragged the others down as well, it wouldn't be so awkward when getting along.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and Caroline, Melissa, and Emily walked out from inside.
"We heard everything you said just now."
Caroline said, "I agree with Ginny's idea."
"But I..."
Emily had the intention to refuse. Unlike the other girls, she believed she could support herself, and even had the ability to protect herself, provided she was given some tools to make a few weapons.
"Emily, think about your mother. This is the only hope to save her."
Caroline reminded.
Hearing this, the words at the tip of Emily's tongue couldn't come out.
Melissa also leaned over, gently hugging Emily's back and consoled: "In the past, every one of us was a high and mighty pampered girl, but now without anyone to protect us, we are not even as good as a blade of grass. Give up your pride; I used to be even prouder than you."
This was the truth, and equally helpless.
"Al... alright."
Emily had to compromise.
Melissa nodded and said, "Then it's settled. When Richie comes, you'll be the first."
Emily looked at her good friend in a panic, only wanting to ask why.
Before she could ask, Melissa had already answered: "Because you are the most hesitant. Since it's decided, there's no turning back, so I'm making you go first."
Seeing Emily grit her teeth without making a sound, Melissa knew she had convinced her good friend. So she turned to Ginny and said, "Do you have a way to contact Richie? Tell him we'll be waiting for him tonight."
"Let my brother go."
Isabella said.
...
The early spring night was still a bit cold. Since the shadow of war loomed over Glasslovar, firewood had become scarce, so although it was cold, no fire was lit in the fireplace.
The girls were all wearing clothes—their best clothes. Perhaps deep down, they treated today as their wedding day.
They were all wearing long dresses, which could keep them warm and were also convenient for making love. Naturally, they wore nothing underneath the long dresses.
There was a sofa near the fireplace in the room. Richie was sitting on it right now. Caroline sat on his left, Melissa on his right, and Emily was held in his arms.
Emily was wearing a beige long dress, with a silk ribbon bow tied at her waist, making her look increasingly fresh and pure.
In the Rose Society, Emily wasn't the prettiest girl. Her eyes were gray, making her look a bit aloof, her forehead was slightly prominent, and she had a few faint freckles on her face. But her reputation as a talented girl made her the most difficult branch to pluck among the girls of the Rose Society.
Seeing this talented girl, who used to be so high and mighty, now straddling his lap, Richie felt an indescribable satisfaction in his heart.
Gently rolling up the back hem of Emily's dress to her waist, Richie softly kneaded Emily's petite and tender buttocks.
Ordinary people had the advantages of ordinary people. This soft, bouncy feeling could please a man more than female Knights.
Tucking the rolled-up dress at her waist, Richie pushed Emily's collar down, exposing that pair of tender breasts. Her breasts weren't small, standing tall, and the touch of rosy red on them was very, very small, looking exquisitely delicate.
Richie was just about to fondle them twice when he suddenly found his hands actually grabbed by Caroline and Melissa on the left and right. The two girls pulled his hands and reached straight into the area between their legs.
Immediately after, he felt a warm and petite tongue gently licking his testicles.
Richie secretly looked down, and it was actually the little girl Ginny.
The little girl had quite a few tricks. One moment she held one of his testicles in her mouth while gently kneading the other with her hand; the next moment she swallowed both testicles into her mouth; then she probed downward, gently licking near his anus.
Richie felt thoroughly comfortable. Although Isabella could also do this, it always lacked a hint of feeling. Now he finally understood that what Isabella lacked was that bone-deep coquettish flavor.
Coquettish was an ugly way of saying it; a nicer way was called charming. Some women were born with charming bones. Lina was one, another unexpectedly charming woman was Merlin. He didn't expect there would be another one now.
Richie didn't forget that the main character at the moment was Emily. Suddenly he understood why Caroline and Melissa were so proactive, yet restricted his hands from moving recklessly. It must be something they planned, just so they wouldn't suffer too much when losing their virginity.
Ginny and Sophie definitely told them how it felt when they lost their virginities.
He saw Isabella slowly walk over. She gently supported his penis, which had already swelled extremely thick, and aimed the glans at Emily's opening.
The feeling transmitted from the glans was slippery, but it didn't seem like love juices. Richie looked curiously.
At this moment, he heard Ginny say affectionately from below: "It's lubricating ointment. Who told your thing to be so big? This is also for them to suffer less."
As she spoke, Emily had already been pressed down by Isabella, slowly sitting down. Her head was tilted back, facing the ceiling, with a pained expression.
Emily's vagina was as tight as Sophie's, also giving the feeling that it would tear with a single movement. No wonder it hurt for her. But her vagina was quite deep, swallowing more than half of Richie's penis.
Once seated, Emily couldn't stand up anymore, relying entirely on Isabella for support. As soon as she lifted her waist, bloodstains could be seen all over Richie's long penis.
At this time, Sophie, who had been waiting on the side, walked over holding a towel. She was still somewhat timid, not even daring to look at Richie's ugly and thick thing.
"Now it's my turn."
Melissa shifted over. She was quite bold, actually grabbing Richie's penis and sizing it up.
Richie was quite dissatisfied; he hadn't enjoyed enough yet.
To be honest, he wasn't very interested in this method of purely taking away virginity. Although it indeed brought him satisfaction, he cared more about enjoyment.
"Don't worry, you'll have your fun."
Ginny chuckled softly: "This is also for your own good. Didn't you see how badly you scared Sophie? She already has a shadow in her heart."
"Who came up with this routine?"
Richie asked in confusion. He looked at Isabella and then at Ginny.
To Richie's surprise, everyone stared at Melissa.
"My mother taught me."
Melissa felt a bit embarrassed: "She learned it from her school. The school she attended before, although a girls' school, was very open inside. The teachers would teach some weird and strange things."
Richie rolled his eyes. Without Melissa saying more, Richie already knew the name of the school. He even knew what that school taught, because he had already experienced it.
Without Richie needing to lift her long dress, Melissa's dress could actually be split apart. Taking off the lower skirt part left only the upper body clothes. That look was as lustful as could be. Needless to say, this was another design from that women's academy.
Melissa's temperament originally had a bit of enchanting charm. If Ginny was a vixen, then she was a witch. She pulled at her chest herself, and a pair of breasts immediately popped out. Her breasts were very large, nipples standing erect; it was clear she was already aroused.
Richie looked down and saw Melissa's pubic area was densely covered with pubic hair. At such a young age, her pubic hair was a large, dark patch, a sign of strong sexual desire.
Before he could look closely, Melissa had already sunk her waist and sat down. Her vaginal opening was also smeared with lubricating ointment, but it seemed somewhat unnecessary because the inside of her vagina was already slippery.
Richie could feel that Melissa was also a virgin, but it absolutely couldn't be seen from her performance. She had a look of enjoyment, not showing the slightest pain of losing her virginity.
Suddenly, Richie felt a wave of suction coming from deep within Melissa's vagina. Then the suction disappeared, and the soft flesh on both sides of the vagina stretched out, pushing his penis outward. A moment later, the suction returned, and the soft flesh inside the vagina contracted, pulling his penis inward.
This was a novel sensation he had never felt before. He could tell this was Melissa's instinct; her little hole was clearly also an exquisite item.
Such exquisite items were hard to find even in a hundred, yet he actually encountered four of them at once.
"Ah... ah... ah..."
Melissa shouted in a drunken ecstasy: "Mom was right, making love feels absolutely amazing. Women should marry early so they can rightfully enjoy this pleasure."
Melissa's nonsense made the girls in the room blush.
This also made Richie's heart stir. He suddenly remembered that his mom and Aunt Ling seemed to have married very early. It seemed the girls from that school were all influenced by education; perhaps they found someone to marry as soon as they left school.
Richie also recalled another thing. When his mom and dad joked around before, his dad seemed to have asked his mom why she married a poor guy with no money like him. He remembered his mom's answer was: "You are solid and reliable, and also because you are strong."
At that time, he didn't have much concept of the word "strong," just thinking his dad had a lot of strength. Thinking back now, what his mom meant by "strong" probably had another meaning.
After a violent shudder, Melissa collapsed onto Richie. Her vagina was still contracting and releasing as if swallowing, only the swallowing force was no longer as strong as before.
Richie lifted Melissa down and placed her aside to sit properly. He turned around and went to hold Caroline.
Among the girls in the Rose Society, Caroline was a bit different. He had received no small amount of reprimands from Caroline, but at that time Caroline was the class monitor.
Richie felt a different kind of pleasure in his heart.
Caroline also seemed somewhat nervous, her body trembling, just slightly better than Emily.
Richie didn't immediately pull her onto his lap, but intentionally or unintentionally teased her a couple of times. Now Melissa and Emily couldn't move; Melissa because she had climaxed to limpness, and Emily because she couldn't withstand his penis and still hadn't adapted to it. Isabella and Sophie were busy taking care of the two of them, completely unable to attend to Caroline right now.
With his hands freed, Richie naturally wouldn't let his former class monitor go.
He pulled Caroline onto his waist, his right hand slipping onto her nether region.
Caroline's pubic hair was very sparse, very comfortable to touch. The lubricating ointment smeared at her vaginal opening was very slippery; who knew where they got it from.
What interested Richie the most was still Caroline's clitoris. Her clitoris wasn't big, but very prominent; with one touch, he could feel that bulging, rice-grain-sized thing.
Gently pressing it, Caroline's body jerked violently. This level of sensitivity surprised Richie.
A hint of mischievous thought suddenly arose. He channeled a trace of Aura to his index finger and gently rubbed it against Caroline's clitoris.
To his surprise, Caroline's reaction was exceptionally violent. She shuddered fiercely, her body instantly becoming stiff, her two legs clamping tightly together, firmly trapping his hand. Immediately following, a warm stream flowed down his hand.
She actually climaxed just like that, and even involuntarily peed. Richie really didn't expect it.
After Caroline climaxed, her face instantly turned red, then purplish-red. She was so ashamed she wished she could sink into the ground. To be honest, this was too embarrassing, actually peeing herself, and doing it in front of so many people.
"You!"
Isabella slapped Richie with a "smack." Among these people, only she was the most uninhibited.
While complaining, Isabella hugged Caroline. She batted away Richie's mischievous hands, supported Richie's penis, and aimed it at Caroline's vaginal opening.
Without any sound, and without too much pain, the thick penis slid into Caroline's vagina, and it was thrust all the way to the bottom.
"I told you a long time ago, your hands aren't allowed to move recklessly."
Isabella said softly. The other girls in the room all blushed deeply but nodded secretly in agreement.
The only one who didn't nod was Caroline. At this moment, she was already immersed in the pleasure of sex.
Although it was originally agreed that tonight was only to break their virginities, Melissa had already made an exception just now, so Caroline was no longer bound by this restriction. Besides, she also felt she indeed needed a hearty release.
"I'm next."
Ginny suddenly poked her head out from below and said.
"Got it, you little slut, I'll feed you so full in a moment that you won't be able to eat anything for days."
While hugging Caroline's body and thrusting up and down, Richie said to the little vixen.
Isabella was probably the most considerate among all the girls. She pulled Sophie over.
Sophie looked scared, desperately shrinking backward.
Richie picked Caroline up and stood up, turned around and placed Caroline on the sofa, her back facing him. Richie increased his force, thrusting with wide movements. With his two freed hands, he hugged the continuously retreating Sophie, pressing her face down on the sofa, her back also facing him.
Richie was just planning to find someone to properly test the teasing technique from just now. Caroline was too sensitive and wasn't a suitable test subject.
Channeling Aura to three fingers, Richie gently pinched Sophie's nether region. His thumb hooked the clitoris, his index finger drew circles lightly at the vaginal opening, and his middle finger pressed at the anal opening.
The stimulation of fingers was limited to the skin surface, but Aura could penetrate deep under the skin; the sensation was absolutely a world of difference.
Only hearing a scream of "Ah...", a thick Yin essence rushed out from Sophie's flower path. This Yin essence was semi-transparent, somewhat like egg white, slippery and viscous.
Seemingly stimulated by Sophie, Caroline also shuddered and immediately screamed: "I can't take it..."
Along with a tight contraction of her vagina, Caroline's hands grabbed the sofa tightly. Her body tensed up, completely immersed in the passion of climax.
Laying Caroline down, Richie immediately moved over to Sophie's side. With a single thrust, he penetrated into Sophie's narrow flower path.
Compared to the last time, Sophie's flower path was slightly looser now. It was no longer that feeling of breaking upon stretching, but it was still stretched very tight.
The tightness of the flower path could change, but there was nothing to be done about the depth. Sophie's flower path was just that shallow; it couldn't even take half of his insertion.
However, being shallow had its advantages. What Richie liked doing the most now was charging straight to the bottom and then drilling a bit, the ultimate goal being to pry open the cervix.
He called this move "Elysian Hell." So far, not a single person could endure this hellish enjoyment without breaking down.
"Oh... oh... oh... Brother, too hard, I can't take it... ah... gentler... please gentler."
Sophie begged for mercy, her body curled up, enduring that feeling that was both painful and stimulating.
At this moment, Richie had already shifted his attention to Ginny and Isabella. With a pull, he pressed Isabella and Ginny onto the sofa on his left and right. The two were also lying on their stomachs, but they were much more obedient than the other girls, both raising their buttocks high.
Richie used the same move, his three fingers fiddling with the nether regions of the two girls. This time, the effect was obvious. Isabella had always been making love with him, what move hadn't she tried? Originally she could endure his teasing, at least holding on for fifteen minutes was no problem, but this time she was very incompetent. In less than half a minute, after a series of wild screams, she released a total mess.
Looking at his sticky fingers, a bizarre smile appeared on the corner of Richie's mouth. Now he was very much looking forward to returning to the camp early. He wanted to try this move on Lina or Merlin.
If successful, he would have another trump card to deal with women.
Feeling happy in his heart, Richie thrust even more vigorously.
...
The next morning, Richie woke up early, as was his habit.
It was soft underneath him. For the whole night, he had lain on the girls. The girls were all lying face down on the edge of the bed, their lower bodies completely bare on the ground. To actually not catch a cold this whole night was truly not easy.
Richie jumped off the bed, his hand gently brushing over those raised buttocks, feeling the unique tenderness and softness of young girls.
Suddenly, an incomparable pride surged in Richie's heart. These were all his collection, the most wonderful collection in the world.
As he watched, Richie felt a bit of heartache. The girls' nether regions were all red and swollen, especially Ginny, this wild girl, as if she didn't know fatigue, wanting more and more. Now it was so swollen it was somewhat purplish. She probably wouldn't be able to get out of bed without resting for three to five days.
Richie sighed inwardly. It seemed he had to restrain himself in the future; these girls were all ordinary people, not Knights like Lina.
Suddenly, an "Mmm" came from the other side of the bed. Isabella actually woke up. She had just tried to get up when she let out an "Ouch", clutched her nether region, and cried out in pain.
"Sorry, I was too wild yesterday."
Richie said embarrassedly.
"It's us who are too useless."
Isabella sighed: "You are a Knight after all, while we are ordinary people."
She looked at Richie's erect member with full of resentment: "I know you didn't have your full fun, and maybe didn't even have the feeling of enjoyment. To be honest, I really wish I could give you a satisfying experience. Ginny thinks so too, that's why she went so wild. Unfortunately, no matter how hard we try, it's useless."
Hearing that there was such a reason, Richie's heart warmed up. He gently stroked Ginny's purple-swollen nether region: "Actually, I'm already very satisfied."
"You don't need to console us. I know we can't satisfy you; you never ejaculate."
As Isabella spoke to the end, her face turned bright red.
This time Richie was speechless. He couldn't possibly explain that it was due to the Art he practiced.
This matter had always been a hidden worry in his heart.
Isabella found an explanation herself: "I know, you are being considerate of us. I heard that ordinary people and Knights cannot unite, because once an ordinary person is pregnant with a Knight's child, she will be in life-threatening danger due to inability to withstand the backlash of the Knight bloodline. You were just worried about us getting pregnant, so you intentionally held back... Actually, you don't need to worry, we all have ways to prevent pregnancy."
The more Isabella spoke, the more troubled Richie's heart became. He had already decided, the first thing he would do upon returning was to ask Miss Randy to help him figure out a solution.
Even if not for Isabella and the others, for his future, this matter had to be resolved sooner or later. His previous dream was to be able to pursue a lucrative profession, then marry a beautiful wife and have a whole bunch of kids.
Now the first two wishes were very easy to realize, leaving only the final wish.
...
Captain Calli only gave Richie a two-day leave. After mingling with the girls until evening, Richie found time to go home.
He had originally thought of a lie to deal with things, but he didn't expect to smell a strange odor as soon as he entered the door.
There was no one in the room, and the attic door was tightly shut. Richie shouted for a long time before his mom, Aunt Ling, and his cousin hurriedly came down from the attic. Both women's faces were flushed red, and the sides of their noses were beaded with sweat.
Even if Richie was an idiot, he knew exactly what was going on.
The thunderous fury he had originally imagined actually didn't appear. The three women were like thieves caught red-handed, not even daring to look Richie in the eye. They greeted him casually and went to prepare food for Richie as if nothing had happened.
Richie glanced at the attic in confusion and found an opportunity to run up there.
There was no one inside, and looking out the window, there were no signs of anyone stepping on it either.
Richie instantly breathed a sigh of relief. At least his dad wasn't being cuckolded. It seemed the three women, unable to endure it, hid in the attic to do some fake romance business.
"What are you looking at?"
His cousin was a bit unhappy: "It's not like we did anything."
She glanced diagonally opposite, speaking full of resentment: "A bunch of shameless foxy sluts moved into the next street from who knows where, and who knows how many men they've seduced. Last night, right after dinner, they started doing that thing, moaning and screaming for hours, making our hearts itch, so we came up here to vent our fire."
His cousin suddenly leaned close with a smile: "What a pity. If you had come a day earlier, maybe you would have had some fun."
Richie was instantly speechless. He shot his cousin a sideways glance, thinking to himself: I haven't mastered a cloning technique, how could I be both here and there?
However, Richie's heart also wavered. He originally let the girls live so close hoping they could look out for each other; he didn't expect it would have this kind of effect.
Immediately following, he became a bit worried. In the future, if he did those ambiguous things with his cousin and Aunt Ling and made sounds, wouldn't those girls hear it all too?
This kind of thing wouldn't be easy to explain.
For the whole night, Richie couldn't come up with a good solution, so with a face full of gloom, Richie went to the camp early the next morning.
Upon arriving at the camp, Richie didn't go to the kitchen or Lina's room first as usual, but went straight to the equipment room.
Miss Randy spent most of her time there. There was a bed in the corner of the equipment room.
When Richie arrived, Miss Randy was still sleeping. Everyone had their own habits when sleeping. Lina liked sleeping naked, Merlin liked hugging a pillow like a little girl. Randy's habit was to lie on the bed fully clothed, only draping a thin blanket over her body, so she could wake up at any time.
When Richie came in, she had actually already woken up. A Psion's perception was far beyond what a Knight could compare to. Even Nora, whose perception was the strongest, had to rely on instruments to compete with Randy.
"You're here so early."
Randy sighed softly, a trace of shyness suddenly showing on her face: "There's still work to do during the day. Let's talk about it at night."
Richie instantly felt embarrassed. He opened his mouth and then closed it, holding it in for a long time before weakly saying: "I just wanted to ask, that matter I mentioned to you before, do you have a solution?"
Randy was stunned, then immediately started laughing, but the laughter carried a hint of sourness: "I heard someone say you met a pretty girl around your age. When pursuing her, you must grasp it firmly! Otherwise, when the time comes, you'll be heartbroken, and that girl will also be in pain, and that wouldn't be worth it."
Richie's heart stirred. He knew Miss Randy was definitely hinting at something, but regarding this matter, he had to explain a few sentences.
"Actually, me and that girl..."
Before he finished speaking, Richie was interrupted.
"Forget it, you don't need to explain. Many things are hard to say. Even if you're not interested in that girl now, it doesn't mean you won't be interested in the future."
Randy lazily got up from the bed and walked over to a chair in the corner.
"I'm still not sure if this will be successful. X23 is a muscle enhancer, and H3 comprehensively strengthens muscles, blood vessels, internal organ tissues, and also stimulates the brain to inspire spiritual power. There are quite a few various enhancers, some specifically targeting glands."
Hearing that he had to get an injection again, Richie instantly felt a bit of a headache. But on second thought, he stopped caring.
In his memory, every time he got an injection, it seemed there were only good things and no bad things.
"Then let's try it."
Richie immediately sat on that chair. This chair was the same as the medical bed he lay on in the field hospital, all using spiritual waves to continuously let the medicine take effect.
Seeing that Richie had made up his mind, Randy helplessly shook her head. But on second thought, even if this treatment method failed, there wouldn't be any damage. At most, it would make this kid's thing thicker and longer, and his endurance more formidable.
The damage seemed to be to herself. Thinking of this, Randy faintly felt her face burning.
Thinking of this, Randy hesitated no more. She ran to the small warehouse, and when she came out, she already had a syringe and a bottle of pale blue potion in her hand.
This thing had no model number. When it was developed, they found that besides stimulating the sex glands, it had no other use. And developed sex glands were the most useless thing for Knights, instead having the potential to cause trouble. So as soon as this potion was developed, it was just registered and thrown into the trash heap.
If it weren't for Richie having this trouble, plus Randy putting her heart and soul into trying to help him, perhaps this potion would have forever disappeared from people memories.
When it was time for the injection, Richie's legs started trembling. It wasn't that he was afraid of injections; the important thing was that the needle was aimed at his testicles.
"Scared?"
Randy laughed softly.
Richie felt he was being looked down upon. Thinking that he even dared to block Ace Knights, how could he be afraid of this tiny needle?
He gritted his teeth and said: "Not scared."
Although his mouth refused to show weakness, his mind was still terrified, so he simply closed his eyes.
A moment later, Richie felt a sharp pain in his skin pouch. His heart instantly relaxed; he had worried for nothing just now, it was only injected here.
As soon as the injection went in, Richie immediately had a reaction. He felt bursts of swelling in his two testicles, a faint throbbing pain in his lower abdomen, and a warm stream swimming back and forth in his lower back.
What was worse was that the long-absent fire of lust suddenly surged up.
Richie could still endure it at first, but gradually his legs started shaking. If his legs weren't hooped by steel rings, he probably would have already jumped down.
"Starting to not be able to take it? Looks like I'll have to run farther away."
Randy giggled and teased.
It would have been better if she didn't speak. Now that she spoke, and her words carried a teasing flavor, Richie instantly couldn't endure it.
"Help me."
Seeing Randy shake her head repeatedly, Richie revealed a pained expression: "You just need to sit on me. I swear I absolutely won't move recklessly. Not only won't I move down below, but neither will my two hands."
Whether a person's pained expression was real or fake, with Randy's ability, she could naturally tell at a glance.
She hesitated for a moment, sighed softly, turned and walked to the bed, pulled her pants down, and folded them gently.
Her heart was pounding. Although Randy and Richie were used to doing that kind of thing and were already an "old married couple," this was the first time like this, and someone might barge in at any time.
She had the intention not to make love with Richie, but couldn't withstand this little guy.
Taking a glance at the tent pitched high by Richie, her heart became even more chaotic.
When she undid Richie's trouser seam and pulled out that massive member, Randy didn't need to measure to immediately know this thing had gotten a circle thicker again. She was somewhat worried about whether she could accommodate such a big thing.
But the arrow was on the bow and had to be fired. Randy moved her body closer, aimed Richie's baby-fist-sized glans at her opening, and sat down all at once.
Once seated to the bottom, Randy finally remembered that she actually could have used her mouth to help the little guy resolve it.
Unfortunately, it was too late to remember now. Getting on was easy, getting off wouldn't be simple.
Once inserted to the bottom, Randy immediately felt it was somewhat different from usual.
Richie's penis was not only thick and long but also scalding hot, much hotter than usual, so hot it made her feel waves of weakness. This was almost the same as when she was about to climax before.
Randy couldn't help but start moving her body. Fortunately, she still remembered she couldn't make sounds, and quickly took out an item from her pocket and bit it in her mouth.
With slow shrugs and movements, Randy closed her eyes, enjoying the stimulation of sex.
Randy was thoroughly comfortable, but Richie didn't feel comfortable at all. Just like the first time he copulated with Randy, not only did it not suppress the fire of lust in his heart, it burned increasingly fiercely. What infuriated him even more was that after taking that injection, he actually skipped the stage of lust brewing and directly reached the state where he couldn't ejaculate and was suffocatingly frustrated.
Richie felt as if there was something in his body constantly looking for an exit, scurrying everywhere. At first, it only scurried by itself, but gradually it brought up the Aura in his body to rebel together.
Aura going out of control was deadly. Richie hurriedly tried to control it. If he performed internal circulation now, it would be tantamount to seeking death. He could only force the disordered Aura out along the penis inserted into Randy's flower path.
He also guided that thing scurrying everywhere towards the glans; that was the true exit.
Sure enough, this move was somewhat effective. Gradually, everything came under control. The only uncomfortable part was the glans, because it swelled as if it was going to burst.
Who knows how much time passed, suddenly Richie felt as if he was a bottle of champagne, and the cork popped open all at once.
The fire of lust that had been constantly unable to vent, carrying a massive amount of Aura, surged out.
To Richie's surprise, his Aura actually instantly flowed throughout Miss Randy's entire body.
Randy was a Psion, and Psions had no Aura, nor did they have internal circulation. In the squad, only Randy couldn't practice this dual-cultivation Art with him. He didn't expect that now this restriction was suddenly broken through.
However, previously it was always him benefiting while the woman practicing with him paid the price. But now the situation was completely reversed; Aura continuously flowed from his body into Randy's body.
Richie was instantly a bit panicked. With his meager Aura, he feared he would be completely absorbed by Randy in a few minutes.
He desperately tried to pull Randy off, but the parts where the two intersected sucked together tightly.
Just when Richie was feeling lost and helpless, he suddenly felt that Miss Randy was undergoing changes; she was absorbing energy from the surroundings.
This was a unique ability of Psions. Psions could absorb free energy to launch attacks. This energy originally could only be used, not stored. But now, along with the flow of Aura, this energy was gradually blending into the Aura.
A moment later, the Aura in Randy's body reached a saturated state. The Aura followed its original path and flowed back into Richie's body.
As soon as this Aura entered, Richie's first feeling was that it was tyrannical and biting cold, like a ball of needles made of countless steel needles. This Aura would probably injure himself before it could injure others.
After a brief thought, he understood. This Aura had blended with too much free energy. These energies were a mixed bag with various attributes; energies with attributes like lightning or fire were all full of sharp edges.
Just as Richie was worrying about how to smooth out these tyrannical Auras, he suddenly felt a new Aura flow from Randy into his body.
This Aura also incorporated alien energy, but this energy was much milder and more nourishing. As soon as it merged with the other Aura, it immediately wrapped around the outside of that steel-needle-like Aura.
Richie was overjoyed. He quickly merged his consciousness into Randy's body to investigate. This was a special ability granted to him by the dual-cultivation Art, allowing him to know the situation inside his dual-cultivation partner's body. After scanning carefully, he finally discovered the source of this energy.
This energy came from the chair he was sitting on.
Richie had some understanding of such things. He knew the chair was a spiritual power amplifier. Those spiritual powers effective on the body originally came from Miss Randy, and what provided energy for this amplifier was an energy crystal.
Didn't this mean indirectly absorbing the energy from the energy crystal?